Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uzbekistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Move to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Tim Buckley,
Massinfluence,
Nik Kershaw,
Dave Gahan,
Reagan Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
the Association,
Trumans Water,
Boz Scaggs,
Anakelly,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Names,
Darondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Aswad,
John Holt,
The Modern Lovers,
Bush Tetras,
Thee Headcoats,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
Negative Approach,
KRS-One,
Jeff Lynne,
Franke,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zapp,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Minor Threat,
Outsiders,
Ronnie Foster,
Crime,
Joensuu 1685,
Mary Jane Girls,
Colin Newman,
The Star Department,
Ultravox,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Supertramp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wally Richardson,
The J.B.'s,
Cymande,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.